Lingering Effects

Nothing in the world was free, that was one law that Deathbelle lived by. There was always a price somewhere, and Belle’s favorite was servitude. She was reminded of Chrysanthos, she had saved his life and th emale had pledged to her his labor in return. Deathbelle asked about the woman’s need of aid, but at first the woman was hesitant at the least. She lied through her teeth in the beginning, she was obviously in distress no matter what she said.

Deathbelle lifted her pale brows in return and the woman was a bit more honest in her second string of words. The Empress debated internally about her next course of action, surely the two of them could make some kind of trade for her help. She sighed heavily and relinquished. ”You’ve found yourself at the edge of the Ashen Empire.” She wondered for another moment if she was worth helping, but she also knew that her pain was making her spikey. Maybe she would be receptive after her pain was managed.

”Come with me.” Deathbelle found it hard to loosen her commanding role, she was the leader of an Empire and sloughing off that responsibility was near impossible. ”I will get you water, rest, and look at your injury.” She hadn’t missed the flinch as she relaxed onto her haunches.

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